Happy childhood, full of smiles,
All the livelong day;
Winsome ways and cunning wiles,
Ever fond of play.
How our hearts with pleasure beat,
Feeling young and gay;
When we see them on the street,
Sadness flies away!
Care or sorrow hath no part
In life’s early day,
Thine the light and happy heart,
Singing merrily!
Like the flowers of early Spring
O’er the meadows cast,
Sweetness to our hearts they bring.
Dear mem’ries of the past.
But the future, who can tell
What their lot may be?
God, who doeth all things well.
Keep them pure and free!
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